Author's Note: This is my first fanfic so please be kind. I appreciate suggestions, compliments, and constructive criticism. I am truly sorry if I've failed to make this a great story or develop anything, just ignore this story if it isn't your cup of tea. Just don't write a review bashing the entire thing, send me a private e-mail or something. Thank you.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything thought of by the wonderful J.K. Rowling. She owns it all and I own only the unfamiliar characters introduced to you.
Prologue:
"Daddy, mummy, where are you going?" cried a small raven-headed child, "I wanna go too! DADDY! MUMMY!"
"Don't you worry about your parents, they are being punished for a long, long time," said a man with long, silvery hair. The young child slowly dried her eyes and looked up at the man. He smiled at her and she slowly smiled back unsure of what would happen next.
"Where do I go?" asked the child.
"That has been taken care of, now go get your things and shall be on our way," replied the man…
Bella rolled onto her stomach and groaned as she looked at her alarm clock. 7:30 is such a beastly hour to even think about waking, she thought bitterly as she made her way to the bathroom. About an hour later she was dressed and ready for the long day ahead.
As Bella started to walk down the stairs, she quickly glanced into a looking-glass one last time. Staring back at her was a slightly pale young lady of only 20. Her long, black hair was thick and straight. A pair of ice blue eyes stared back at Bella and then she looked up and down to make sure her clothes suited her well for travel.
Once she was satisfied, Bella finished going down the stairs and she made one last mental check of everything. And without bothering to lock up the house, make sure her mail was being collected, or anything else, Bella had gathered her bags and disappeared with a small pop.